Harvesting corn is hard work, hot and tiring. Li Chunyan hesitated: "It's very hot, I'm afraid you'll get heatstroke."
Ji Zhi: "Don't worry, if I can't stand it, I won't do it."
With things said to this extent, Li Chunyan had no reason to refuse.
After breakfast, Zhang Fan carried a basket on his back and arrived at the agreed location.
Ji Zhi and the others had arrived long ago. When they saw Zhang Fan carrying a basket, he quickly went up to him and snatched it away, saying, "I've never carried this before, let me try it."
His two men exchanged glances, both speechless.
The two subordinates were unaware of Zhang Fan's abilities; they only thought that Ji Zhi had lost his mind and volunteered to do this dirty and tiring work.
As the group parted ways, Ji Zhi whispered to his men, "The more you break up, the more bonuses you get."
Seeing the gleam in his two subordinates' eyes, Ji Zhi felt a real sense of satisfaction.
Now he has money in his pocket and can give out bonuses at any time; this confidence comes from Zhang Fan.
Thinking of this, Ji frantically started picking corn.
The two henchmen huddled together and whispered in each other's ears.
"Is the old man's brain going to have problems?"
"I think he seemed perfectly normal, more like he was trying to please someone."
"Trying to please Li Chunyan? Doesn't seem like it, could it be..."
The two of them turned their gazes to Zhang Fan in unison and shuddered simultaneously.
Ji Zhi, unaware that he was being framed, told Zhang Fan about Wei Luo with a smile on his face.
Zhao Lin hired a lawyer, who said that Wei Luo could be imprisoned for up to twenty years.
It is said that Wei Luo's wife took all the valuables from the house, leaving his elderly mother unwanted.
Wei Luo's Shanshui Restaurant went bankrupt, and the other restaurants that came with him to cause trouble for Bai Rou'er were nothing but a rabble, and their business was said to be getting worse and worse.
Zhang Fan said calmly, "Don't worry Zhao Lin, I'll find a way to get his medicine."
...
With help, the corn was harvested quickly, and it was all moved in a dozen or so trips using a basket.
As they walked back, the villagers who were busy working all cast envious glances their way. It's so nice to have someone help you.
In the small courtyard.
A plastic sheet was laid out on the ground, and corn was spread out on it.
Fresh corn has a high moisture content and must be dried in the sun to preserve it properly; otherwise, it is prone to mold and spoilage.
In Zhangjiapo, corn is typically hung under the eaves to dry. The corn husks are peeled off, and the corn is first dried in a shady place. Once the husks are dry, the corn is strung together and hung under the eaves.
Someone needs to watch over them while they are drying, and they need to be turned over every two hours. Also, you need to keep an eye on the weather and be careful to prevent them from getting wet in the rain.
Spread out the corn; it was already noon.
Li Chunyan went to cook, and Ji Zhi sent his two subordinates to help, when he suddenly received a phone call.
He stood up abruptly, his expression serious and earnest: "I'll talk to the miracle doctor."
After hanging up the phone, he said anxiously, "Dr. Zhang, something has happened to Boss Zhao's wife."
Zhang Fan stood up: "Let's go."
He called out to the kitchen, "Sister-in-law, let's go out for a bit. We won't be having lunch at home."
Ji Zhi's two subordinates looked at each other, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. A gust of wind blew by, and both of them got goosebumps.
Zhang Fan is an idiot. What can the two of them do together? They didn't come back at noon. The same thing happened last time. They disappeared for almost a day. There must be something fishy going on.
A black Jeep SUV stopped in front of the detached villa area.
Ji Zhi quickly ran to the passenger side and opened the car door: "Dr. Zhang, we've arrived."
Zhao Lin's home is in Jiangcheng, not far from the city center. The surrounding area is full of villas and lined with neat rows of trees.
It is conveniently located not far from the city center and is surrounded by quiet surroundings, making it a very livable place.
The four-story European-style luxury villa features a marble-paved road in front, Roman columns on either side of the entrance, and a tall, dark red gate that exudes grandeur.
Ji Zhi led the way, and Zhang Fan followed him inside.
The interior is even more magnificent than the exterior, with a chandelier made of tens of thousands of crystals that is over ten meters high, and the furniture is all made of mahogany. The corridors are decorated with landscape paintings.
As soon as he entered, Chen Yao immediately greeted him: "Dr. Zhang, Boss Zhao is in his bedroom on the second floor."
Today, Chen Yao wore a white tight-fitting tank top and a sky-blue bodycon skirt, which accentuated her curves and made her already hot figure even more eye-catching.
Ji Zhi and others were downstairs, while Zhang Fan followed Chen Yao upstairs.
On the spiral staircase, Chen Yao walked up in high heels. Her tight-fitting skirt forced her to climb sideways, making her already pert buttocks even more noticeable.
Zhang Fan stared intently at the taut bodycon skirt, eager to see when it would finally burst open.
As Chen Yao walked, she twisted her ankle and almost fell. She quickly grabbed the railing and stopped in place.
Zhang Fan's attention was completely focused on Chen Yao's shapely buttocks, and he didn't notice that Chen Yao had stopped moving forward. He took a step forward out of inertia and almost bumped into her. He subconsciously used his hand to block her.
Chen Yao parted her red lips slightly and let out a soft moan.
Upon closer inspection, Zhang Fan realized that it was the ebony bracelet that was pressing against Chen Yao's buttocks.
Chen Yao blushed, covered her bottom, and turned around to look at him.
Zhang Fan chuckled foolishly.
Chen Yao glared at Zhang Fan reproachfully and walked quickly forward.
There are six rooms on the second floor, with three doors on each side. Zhao Lin's room is on the far left.
Zhang Fan pushed open the door and entered. Zhao Lin was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a woman's hand against his face, his brows and eyes filled with sadness and regret.
A woman lay on the bed, who looked to be in her early thirties. She had long, curly hair hanging down on both sides, and a gentle and elegant appearance. Her skin was almost transparent porcelain white, but her lips were pale.
Upon seeing Zhang Fan, Zhao Lin jumped to his feet as if he had seen a savior. His expectant gaze fell on Zhang Fan, and his tone was somewhat excited: "Dr. Zhang, you must save my wife."
Zhang Fan took the woman's pulse: "She is severely anemic; her condition is quite critical."
Zhao Lin: "My wife has severe anemia and can't stop taking her medication. It's all my fault for being so foolish. I kicked her out last time, and she got so angry that her condition worsened. She hid away by herself, and it took me a long time to find her."
He went around telling people he was going to die, which lured Sun Yan out. Sun Yan had been living at her friend's house.
Sun Yan has a fiery temper; no matter how much he apologizes, she refuses to forgive Zhao Lin.
After exchanging a few words, Sun Yan became so emotional that she fainted.
Sun Yan's friend said that Sun Yan's health was very bad and the doctors at the hospital wouldn't admit her anymore, so they asked Zhao Lin to let Sun Yan go and let her leave in peace.
Zhao Lin felt that Zhang Fan must have a way, so he simply took Sun Yan home.
He grabbed Zhang Fan's hand: "Dr. Zhang, please save her."
Zhang Fan: "It's not difficult. I can cure anemia with acupuncture and three months of treatment."
He paused for a moment: "However, my sister-in-law has a very low will to live. Her physical illness is easy to treat, but her mental illness is not."
Zhao Lin: "Let's rescue the person first, and then we'll take it one step at a time."
Zhang Fan put two fingers together and pressed them on Sun Yan's acupoint. The moment he touched her, he released a wisp of golden spiritual energy. Using spiritual energy as a needle would make the effect even better.
He channeled his spiritual energy into Sun Yan's heart to protect her heart meridian.
A short while later, Sun Yan slowly opened her eyes, her pupils reflecting a handsome face. She asked warily, "Who are you? Aren't I at my friend's house?"
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